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Savior of Mine by Farzana Rahman


Savior of Mine
By: Farzana Rahman

I am the representation of a Muslim woman
I am a follower of Allah
I am the backbone of a Muslim man

The black hole that beams in darkness is the blackness we should not be consumed in
For the love of Allah is always upon all of his creations
Like it always has been

When the leaves move and the Earth shakes, it is Allah's command
We must follow his lead
We must not demand

Falling prey to Satan is not an option
We must follow the path of Allah
We must turn all our mistakes into corrections

Slithering into our souls may be Satan with his surreptitious ways
We must not be his victim
We must stay strong to the Almighty, Always

Crawling into our colorful world should be the Angels from clouds above to clear our hearts of impurity
Allah has his allies, the Angels up above
We must fill our hearts with hope, faith and certainty

Try to light the fire and ignite the flame of love
It is as if Allah were shining his smile down below
We must seek love from the one up above

Live like the birds that are not scared of hunting season
Devote yourself to Allah
There is no need to look for a reason

Allah awakens the atmosphere with an astonishing breath of faith
On judgment day it is He who will determine what happens
It is then that he will decide if we can enter Heaven's gate

Allah is my shelter from the rain
I will take what he gives me, whether it is happiness or pain


Copyright©2006 Farzana Rahman
All Rights Reserved


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Posted by Admin at 10/31/2006 10:58 PM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
Bush, Einstein and Picasso

Bush, Einstein and Picasso



When Einstein died and arrived at the gates of heaven, St. Peter wouldn't let him in until he proved his identity.

Einstein scribbled out a couple of his equations, and was admitted into paradise.

And when Picasso died, St. Peter asked, "How do I know you're Picasso?"

Picasso sketched out a couple of his masterpieces. St. Peter was convinced and let him in.

When George W. Bush died, he went to heaven and met the man at the gates. "How can you prove to me you're George W. Bush?" Saint Peter said.

Bush replied, "Well heck, I dont know."

St. Peter says, "Well, Albert Einstein showed me his equations and Picasso drew his famous pictures. What can you do to prove you're George W. Bush?"

Bush replies, "Who are Albert Einstein and Picasso?"

St. Peter says, "It must be you, George, c'mon on in."

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Posted by Admin at 7/22/2006 7:00 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
Bush's Tragedy

Bush's Tragedy
 
 
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  One day, President Bush visited an elementary school. All the kids were so excited to get to meet the President. He began to talk to them and asked them to define the word ''tragedy.''

"Well," one girl replied, "If my mommy ran over my dog, Rover, that would be a tragedy!"

The President smiled at the little girl and said, "No, sweetie. That would be an accident! Can anyone give it a try?"

A little boy sitting across the room raised his hand and said, "I know! I know! If our bus driver ran off of a cliff and killed everyone!"

The President shook his head and said, "No son. That would be a great loss! Doesn't anyone know of a good example of a tragedy?"

A small girl raised her hand and said, "Well, Mr. President, if you and Laura were in Air Force One and it was hit by a missile and blown to smithereens, most people would think that that was a tragedy!"

"Very good," he said. "And what was your reason for that answer?"

"Well," she said, "It would not be an accident and it sure would not be a great loss!"

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Posted by Admin at 7/22/2006 6:49 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
Cigarette by Dhipa Aziz

Cigarette
By: Dhipa Aziz

suffocate me, my last breath
in a cloud that can heal me
you draw me closer to death
and steal me.

you touched me
encaptured a reality to turn to
and then you leave me
with breathless anxiety
and precious seconds few

i rise from intoxication
and death wish humilation
lying here in cell form
to somewhere i don't belong

i am here, you see the shell
the spirit looking from the window
of a prison cell
to a world unparallel
a beauty to be seen
and out of reach

life was in colour
and now you taint it black and white
with a flame that burns you
into ashes of paradise

i am the smoke that lingers in the room
about to fade and hanging gloom
draw me near the window
to the air embracing
and to the wind that sings her tune


Copyright©2006 Dhipa Aziz
All Rights Reserved

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Posted by Admin at 7/22/2006 6:46 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
Kukon (LCP Promoter) leaves for England

On July 4th our promoter Kukon departed for England to attend a family reunion. He is scheduled to fly back to NY on the 17th of July unless something comes up. On behalf of LCP I would like to wish 'em a safe and a funfilled journey. We will miss you.
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Posted by Admin at 7/9/2006 7:18 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
The Rice Field by Dhipa Aziz

The Rice Field
By: Dhipa Aziz   

it's crazy when you live your life making dreams come true for others.

so what is everyone doing here?
i was born in the rice fields,
like the very yield i am,
the fruit of culture,
the stem of loyalty,
and the foundation of life.

and as the winds blow..........
the seeds sway far..........
and youth sees a new beginning
in a life no one understands,
but the ground that talks to you,
the pain that steers you,
and the wind that blows in your ear
tells you........

here i am, once again.......
 
Copyright©2006 Dhipa Aziz
All Rights Reserved
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Posted by Admin at 6/9/2006 5:59 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
The Little and Lost by Aqssa Mohammed


The Little and Lost

By: Aqssa Mohammed “Torment of Conviction” presents the youngest Bangladeshi writer on the net!!!

I was the last to be born
I was the last to get my name
I was the last to finish eating
I was the last to get a toy
Let me tell you,
I was the last at everything
But not last to be loved ||

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Posted by Admin at 6/9/2006 5:51 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
The Noble Qur'an


The Qur'an ("Qor-Ann") is a Message from Allah to humanity. It was transmitted to us in a chain starting from the Almighty Himself (swt) to the angel Gabriel to the Prophet Muhammad (saas). This message was given to the Prophet (saas) in pieces over a period spanning approximately 23 years (610 CE to 622 CE). The Prophet (saas) was 40 years old when the Qur'an began to be revealed to him, and he was 63 when the revelation was completed. The language of the original message was Arabic, but it has been translated into many other languages.

The Qur'an is one leg of two which form the basis of Islam. The second leg is the Sunnah of the Prophet (saas). What makes the Qur'an different from the Sunnah is primarily its form. Unlike the Sunnah, the Qur'an is quite literally the Word of Allah, whereas the Sunnah was inspired by Allah but the wording and actions are the Prophet's. The Qur'an has not been expressed using any human's words. Its wording is letter for letter fixed by no one but Allah.

Prophet Muhammad (saas) was the final Messenger of Allah to humanity, and therefore the Qur'an is the last Message which Allah has sent to us. Its predecessors such as the Torah, Psalms, and Gospels have all been superceded. It is an obligation - and blessing - for all who hear of the Qur'an and Islam to investigate it and evaluate it for themselves. Allah has guaranteed that He will protect the Qur'an from human tampering, and today's readers can find exact copies of it all over the world. The Qur'an of today is the same as the Qur'an revealed to Muhammad (saas).

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Posted by Admin at 6/8/2006 6:51 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
I Meet A Witch Who Had A Beard by Aqssa Mohammed


"Torment of Conviction" presents the youngest Bangladeshi writer on the net!!!

I Meet A Witch Who Had A Beard
By: Aqssa Mohammed (age 9)

I meet a Witch who had a beard
I meet a Witch who had a beard
She was very weird
She had a tree and a dog that had no bark
She was mad, bad, and sad
I meet a witch who had a beard
I meet a witch who had a beard
She was very, very weird ||

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Posted by Admin at 6/8/2006 6:44 AM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)
Presidents Speech

Make Your Own Bush Speech

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Posted by Admin at 6/6/2006 10:45 PM | View Comments (0) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (0)